We went home this weekend for my friends 40th birthday. He is a tremendous party animal and his wife had wonderfully organised the best Ceilidh. They were lucky enough to get Striding Edge, the same Ceilidh band that they had for their second wedding Ceilidh (yup two parties – boy did they milk that one!)

I danced all night and even though our village hall has a sprung dance floor my legs are still a little soar.

If arobics classes were ceilidhs, I’d be there all the time and be a skinny minny!